Maybe it’s the glorious weather. Maybe it’s “Tate” and the rest of the Texas McKettricks. Maybe it’s that I’m not you-know-whatting anymore. Yesterday I missed the blog entirely, and today I’m late, so there you have it. Blog-challenged. Not exactly breaking news, but you see, when I miss a post, my sister Sally gets concerned. She decides I’m in trouble and immediately begins mounting a rescue effort. So for her sake, and for any of you who might have so much free time that you engage in similar worries (smile here), I’m just fine.

This morning, I woke up at 4:30, which is usual for me, and took the dogs outside, brought them upstairs for their breakfast, and then sat at my table staring into space. The dogs always settle down on their cushy beds and go back to sleep once they’ve chowed down–and it looked like a fine idea to me. (The sleeping, not the chowing down.) So back upstairs I went to my own cushy bed and slept nearly four more hours. Luxury.

I’ll be writing tonight, but that’s okay. I’ll be in good company–dogs and cats and McKettricks!